In Heart's Desire it was so calm, so complete, so past and beyond all fret and worry and caring.

Perhaps the man who named it did so in grim jest, as was the manner of the early bitter ones who swept across the Western lands.

Perhaps again he named it at sunset, and did so reverently.

God knows he named it right.
There was no rush nor hurry, no bickering nor envying, no crowding nor thieving there.

Heart's Desire! It was well named, indeed; fit capital for the malcontents who sought oblivion, dreaming, long as they might, that Life can be left aside when one grows weary of it; dreaming--ah! deep, foolish, golden dream--that somewhere there is on earth an Eden with no Eve and without a flaming sword! The town all lay along one deliberate, crooked street, because the _arroyo_ along which it straggled was crooked.